(Y/n): How many times do I have to tell you, McDougal, I won't do it?!

You shot a piercing glare at the man in front of you. He had shown up a few days prior to look for an alchemist. He looked like hell. A ragged body being held up by old bones. You had known of him before, but you had never expected him to crawl to your front door.

McDougal: Come on (L/n)! You know the truth as well as I do!

(Y/n): It doesn't matter what I know. It's one thing to disagree with the government but what you are planning... it's insane is what it is!

McDougal sighed and leaned back against the door.

???: (Y/n)? What are you- Oh. Who's this?

An angel descended from the heavens and took her place next to you. Her soft voice filling your ears as her hands gripped your sleeve.

(Y/n): It's nothing to be concerned about Emilia. I've got this covered.

Two years. That is how long you spent in and out of a comatose state. The world had changed and the people you had known had changed. That is why this disgraced man stood before you. You sighed and ran a hand through your slicked back (H/c) hair. Your nose tickled sightly as you breathed in and out due to the small beard you had managed to grow during your time in Youst.

(Y/n): It's been two years Issac. I've made peace with my situation and you should t-

Issac glared up you with a passionate fiery look.

Issac: We know the truth (Y/n). We can't let those bastards in Central keep doing what they are doing!

Emilia stood close to you, a portion of her body shielded by your form. This strange man had barged in looking for someone and luckily it had been you he found first.

???: Both of you shut the hell up!

A voice ripe with age yelled from down the corridor. The creak of wheels filled the silence as Sebastion rolled his wheelchair-bound form into the room. A tired look filled his eyes evident from the dark bags forming underneath them contrasting the anger evident on his face.

Issac: Mr. Windsor... you...

Sebastion: What? I'm not what I use to be? I'm just some old miserable bastard trapped in a chair for the rest of his goddamn life?! Is that what you think?!

Sebastion thrashed about in his chair nearly falling back yet thankfully he was held in place by Emilia before he could hurt himself.

Issac: I was going to ask for your aid, but I see your situation.

Sebastion: Why did you need my aid?

Issac paused. He looked up at all three of you before sliding down into a seated position.

Issac: I'm going to destroy Central.

Sebastion looked down at him but managed to crack a smile onto his angry features.

Sebastion: That's a pretty ballsy plan. And just how did you want to pull that off?

Issac opened his mouth to speak, but no words left his lips. He looked down before mumbling out his answer.

Issac: I wanted to gather other alchemists, but everyone I know is either dead or still in active service. I heard Mr. Windsor was still clinging to life in some small village so I came to see if I could recruit you.

Emilia: Why would you want to hurt all those people?

Issac: They abandoned us. Anyone who seemed to question things was sent away or disappeared and deserters would be executed on the spot.

You flinched at the memories. The familiar burning sensation spreading through your back. Issac was right but foolish.

(Y/n): Even if your plan worked out, what then? You would leave the whole country in chaos with no leadership.

Issac: It's better to live in chaos then have Bradley in charge. You know as well as I do that Bradley is unstable. Think of all the families in Central City. If Bradley snaps one day, what is to stop him from hurting them?

Damnit. He was right again. The war in Ishval was a massive mistake and King Bradley had completely supported it. Ordered it even. And he was right about all of those poor innocent families. And counted among those families... was yours.

Sebastion: I doubt your plan can work. I do wish you luck though.

Issac sighed out and made it back to his feet.

Issac: Looks like I'll do it alone.

Sebastion: The old ink alchemist may not be able to help but... maybe the new one can.

Your gaze shot over to Sebastion in shock. Was he really telling a complete stranger of his new status?!

Issac: New one? Wha...

Issac looked between you and Emilia. You decided to save the trouble for his far-gone brain.

(Y/n): I've been training under Sebastion for two years now. I'm not fully prepared nor do I have the combat experience, but I've earned the title Ink alchemist according to Sebastion.

Issac: Then you can help me (Y/n)! With your help, we can easily overthrow the government!

You sighed. Issac was a crazy sonofabitch, but he did bring up some points. This terrible ragged man before you wanted to do what was right despite how crazy it was or how badly he'll be punished if he is caught not only for desertion but attempted assassination.

(Y/n): Heh.

You chuckled slightly. Maybe those injuries and all that time sleeping made you a little bit crazy as well. You offered your hand out to McDougal.

(Y/n): I'll help Issac. But I have my own reasons for going to Central anyway so don't be surprised if I'm gone by the time your plan is over.

Issac smirked slightly in renewed confidence. He slapped his hand into yours and gave you a strong grip.

Issac: The two of us can do this (Y/n), I just know it.

(Y/n): I'm going to pack my things and then we can make for Central City by sunset.

Issac: I'll be waiting at the edge of town. I got quite a few weird looks when I arrived and I don't want to overshoot my stay.

You nodded and headed down the corridor to the room that had been yours for four years. The door to the home had been opened then closed. You sighed out nervously. What had you just agreed to? You ran a hand through your hair as you made it into your room and began to pack the possessions you had arrived with and those gifted to you by Emilia. Your old coat had been severely burned upon arrival, a terrible memory of what happened to a deserter. So to congratulate you for your training, you had been gifted Sebastion's old officer trench coat. You pulled on the coat over your shirt. You rightened your boots, one of the few surviving things from four years ago, and proceeded back to the entrance lugging a bag over your left shoulder. Emilia and Sebastion waited for you.

Sebastion: Don't let all my teachings die from your stupidity (Y/n).

(Y/n): I won't Sebastion.

You shook his outstretched hand before turning to Emilia. Her eyes were filled with worry, it made your heart feel heavy and sad. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the girl's forehead. A blush adorned both of your cheeks as you pulled back. Emilia embraced you, burying her head into your chest.

Emilia: Come back safe, alright? Or I'll just have to come and get you myself.

You smiled and pet the top of her head lightly. Your fingers ran through her soft hair as she pulled away.

(Y/n): I'll come back, Emilia. I won't make the same mistakes I made back then.

You bypassed her and walked out the door waving over your shoulder at the two. Issac awaited you at the edge of the village. The other townsfolk looked at you worriedly as you passed them. they sent their goodbyes and good wishes with some demanding you come back soon or don't leave at all.

Issac: That girl...

You looked at the man before walking forward.

(Y/n): What about her?

Issac: Is she your wife?

(Y/n): No.

Issac: Really? You seemed awfully protective of her. I would assume you two were hitched.

(Y/n): I...

You sighed.

(Y/n): don't know what we are. She's beautiful and her smile makes my heart swell, but I can't be with her if the military is still hunting us or if I do stupid things like this.

Issac: Once we destroy Central you won't have to worry about all of that. You and her can tie the knot and live normally.

(Y/n): That does sound nice.

Issac: And I can be the best man!

(Y/n): Hell no!

The playful banter and jokes couldn't have predicted what would happen.

A figure ran through the streets clutching a bloody arm.

Issac's plan was a total failure. He had nearly done it with the help of your ink traps, but this wasn't a fairy tale as you had imagined. You didn't get the happy ending of protecting everyone and going home to marry the princess.

???: Find him! He's working with McDougal!

You ran down the streets, wet and cold, holding a wounded arm. Being hunted by soldiers and alchemists alike. How could you be so fucking stupid?! You knew this wouldn't work and yet you agreed and came out here just to aggravate the army which you had hid from for years. You were now left with only one option for hiding. With a quick step into a small alley, you rushed down it and came up to a small building. Joy filled your heart as in excitement the words left your mouth.

(Y/n): (L/n) Family Library...

A/n: Alright folks hope you enjoy! Do leave a comment if you liked the story and I'll see you in the next update.